Buried 7

Chapter 7 

The wind blew in the rain, soaking half of her clothes. She stood in the cold wind and accepted the accusation, “It’s my fault. It’s my mistake.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sophia and the others were stunned. Such a proud person was now speaking so humbly to them. 

Sophia straightened up and snorted, “Now you realize it was your mistake. Why didn’t you admit it in court?” 

Harper didn’t argue. She was pushed a few times and fell into the rain, teetering on the edge. 

Seeing no retaliation from her, Mason extinguished his cigarette and was about to sit back down when the argument downstairs intensified. Perhaps angered by Harper’s meek demeanor, Sophia slapped her. 

Ethan immediately straightened up, waiting for Harper’s reaction, but she just covered her face without moving. Sophia grabbed her arm and pushed her, causing her to roll down the steps. The security guards by the club were alerted and surrounded her. 

Fortunately, the injuries weren’t severe. A fall and a slap were much lighter than losing a life. 

Harper was drenched, huddled in the back seat of the car, with Mason sitting beside her. One was calm and indiffer- ent, while the other was miserable and defeated, like a homeless dog. They seemed like people who shouldn’t be in the same space. 

There were towels in the car, but Mason didn’t offer one to Harper. However, if she had asked him, he might have shown some mercy. 

Just like before, when she tugged at his neatly pressed suit sleeve and cooed, “Mason, help me, just this once.” 

But he didn’t know. 

Repeatedly unanswered pleas can make one give up. 

Even if she had another chance to evoke sympathy, Harper wouldn’t speak up anymore. Hitting a wall too many times 

can hurt. 

“Ethan went to find Noah. I’ll take you home,” Mason said, trying to distance himself from Harper, even though they were sitting in the same row, yet feeling miles apart. 

Harper’s tone was even more distant, “Actually, I can go home by myself.” 

So now he was the one being overly sentimental? 

A self-mocking smile curved Mason’s lips, “This is Ethan’s request.” 

In other words, he wasn’t meddling on his own. 

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“I know that.” 

Without looking at her, Mason could sense that she seemed to lift her face, her faint gaze reflecting toward him. Each word was spoken with great courage. 

“I know you don’t want to see me again. I was immature in the past, made many mistakes, and caused you a lot of trouble. I won’t make those mistakes again.” 

“Those mistakes?” Mason turned his face. “What do you mean?” 

Harper lowered her head again, “Loving you.” 

The umbrella was tilted, barely covering Harper. She had been soaked over and over again and didn’t mind getting wet once more, but Mason shouldn’t be dirtied by the muddy water. 

The two walked side by side in the downpour, with only one umbrella held by Mason. Harper dared not get close to him and huddled under the umbrella, catching a glimpse of Mason’s half-soaked shoulder out of the corner of her eye. 

Her heart sank. 

Harper took a deep breath on her own, choosing her words carefully each time she spoke, “You don’t have to hold the umbrella for me. I’m already soaked.” 

Mason’s tone remained unchanged, adding a cruel detachment and sternness to his usual seriousness, “I just don’t want Aunt Ava to blame me for not taking care of you. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

She wouldn’t dare to flatter herself. 

She had paid such a painful price for that self-flattery in the past, and it was etched in her memory. 

They walked in silence along the road. When they saw the light in the Walker residence, Mason spoke again, seem- ingly as a warning but more like a confirmation, “Remember to keep your word about what you said in the car.” 

Harper said that loving him was a mistake, and clinging to him was a mistake, and she would never make such mis- takes again. 

“I will. I was too naive in the past. I’m really sorry for those things.” 

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